Picture 2
Michela Walters’s Picture Choice: Both
Title: The Seer
She took hold of the discarded doll, the only lead the police had in the case. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to calm, and focused all of her energy on the object she held tightly in her arms. A flurry of images flew behind her closed lids. She knew this was the process, that they would eventually slow and she’d be able to hone in on the significance of each clue her guides presented to her.
Alexa was only called in when the detectives were really stumped, never wanting to admit defeat and that their resident psychic might actually be able to help them solve a crime. The good news was she was often able to aid their investigation, but usually by the time they’d come knocking on her door, there was little she could do for the victim.
Tonight was no exception. She knew Hailey Mills wasn’t still among the living. Her spirit was working with Alexa’s guides to help her.
“I’m seeing a map. There is some relation to Pembroke,” she started telling the two men sitting in her living room, looking uncomfortable and desperate.
A lightning bolt struck the map in her mind, usually her guide’s way of showing her exactly what she should be focusing on. “The intersection in Suncook Village. I’m seeing the number fifty-six and the letter B. I’m not sure if that’s an apartment, or a house number, but something significant took place in Suncook village.” Alexa knew her voice sounded tinny and distant, her deep trance-like meditation states often made her feel like she was floating above her body, taking in a motion picture on the back wall of her brain.
Her guides kept showing her image after image of clues that she knew only Hailey and her abductor would have known about. “There’s a basement. Look for one that’s built into the ground, with the big storm doors that open up. A dark blue sedan. Four doors. You might find a red plaid blanket as well.” Alexa continued to rattle off the items until her mind’s eye was abruptly flooded with blood. She wasn’t sure exactly the torture they inflicted upon this little girl, but Alexa had to close off her connection to the otherworld at that moment, unable to take any more of the horror.
“There’s going to be a lot of blood, or at least evidence of it somewhere.” She paused, knowing the next words were about to devastate a family who’d spent the last three days looking for the missing seven year old. “You’re not going to find her alive.” At the mention of her deceased status, the officer’s faces dropped but went slack with an emotionless mask after the briefest of time. The two stood, nodding and thanking her for her help, telling Alexa they’d be in touch if they needed anything else.
“One more thing,” she started, walking the men to the door. “Tell Hailey’s parents that she’s safe now.”
Closing the door behind the men, she slid down to the ground, allowing the grief to wash over her in a strangled sob. Tilting her head up to the sky, she asked her guides to take care of the girl, knowing better than to ask for relief from the gift she’d been given. If only someday they came to her first, maybe she’d be able to save a little girl instead of pointing them in the direction of her dead body.
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Michela Walters is a wife, mother and book enthusiast. She is currently attempting her hand at writing her first romantic fiction novella. You can read her other stories on her blog: michelawalters.wordpress.com
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I really like the way this unfolds, from a deft description of official disdain for your psychic to the sadness at the end. Very good.
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